i've always wanted to write something that meant something to someone. something that will make a great impact on someone. something that will hit you right smack center of the face and make you realise. but all that i've been doing is being an emo slut. seriously sounds rather pathetic to me.
on a happier note, or besides me being a rather depressed asshole, its august again and im sunburnt. seriously very very major sunburnt. from me sleeping for only 2 hrs in 2 days and waking up the next SUNday at fricking unearthly 6am for a whole day of soccer under the humongo sun. now i think i know why they call sunday sunday. someone should seriously put a really humongo blanket over the humongo sun. (humongo = humongous) O, &fyi, man utd owwwwwned chelsea yesterday. im happy. i think.
am i really? sometimes..i think i am. i hope that i am. &sometimes its just really hard to believe so. well, i can always pretend that i am. and no one else will know.
usually, when somethings broken, people will try to put the pieces back together. repair it and pretend it'll all heal.
but dont you think you'll get tired of pretending to see that it will all really heal? too tired of pretending that whats broken can always be fixed &that its never too late to make amends? &gradually, even if you dont want it too, the broken pieces just fall out and will never fit perfectly like when it was first found&un-scarred.
maybe its just too much of anymore worth. because you know you can never go back to what was.
but do you think people can see past all of it? like all the broken lines and heartaches and missing pieces? maybe sometimes all we need is just a new one. maybe sometimes all we need is a new hand to hold& a more understanding heart. someone who you know will put the 't' back in 'trust' & put 'v' in between the letters 'li' and 'e' in 'lie'.
maybe sometimes all we need to do is erase the past and forget it all ever happened and watch whats coming for you. because people change all the time. and if i had a choice, i'd rather know what people are now than try and argue that the person that they were before is always gonna come back.
i've got my finger on your pulse and im waiting for your heart to speed up and start racing with ours.
yours truly
